The winterlings you are acres
The winterlings you are acres
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  1. Happy With Hunger

From the album You Are Acres

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Lyrics

Happy With Hunger
© 2011 Words and Music by Amanda Birdsall

I hope I can stay this way forever
Happy with hunger and a dirty kitchen
Gluing the soles of our shoes together
Cut off the mold and the rot and feel thankful for what we got, for all we got

For the spiders in their corners
For the mud that lifts the orchard
For the hours and each other

I hope we can be this free forever
Crossing the mountains with the gas light flashing
Gathering apples after midnight
Walking on moss covered logs till we’re ancient, until we’re gone

As the arrow leaves the archer
and the Salish lifts her anchor
For the moment we are summer

We are summer
We are summer
We are summer